A letter from Dec 23, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hey, I'm 12, my brain is 300°C, and I miss being a kid. I hope you're having fun on the Go-Karts and in the hotel. Basically rn, i’ve been thinking about the future, how we might get a boring office job, and how eventually we’re gonna have to leave mom. i’m nearly in tears writing that last paragraph. i hope when this letter reaches you, we will have changed, for the better and have finally accepted that eventually, we will die but at least we left a mark in the world, no matter how small. i’m so afraid i of the nothingness of ***** and i hope you will have conquered that. go give a big hug to mom for me and take care of her. love you